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It was nearing midday and Officer Felicia Briggs had made good progress on her parking rounds when she noticed a commotion around Quercus Park. A number of police cars and a SWAT team van were placed around the small island of green in the neighborhood and she saw several officers standing around sipping coffee while a rather belligerent wolf barked up at the branches through a megaphone. She approached one of the closer officers and nudged the armored officer gently.

“Hey Porkins. What are we looking at here?”

The Boar glanced down and seeing who it was chuckled.

“Hey Briggs. Well, A gang of squirrels calling themselves the Tree Rats have been robbing upper-floor apartments for the better part of three months. We finally tracked them down here and now Captain London’s trying to get them to surrender.”

"There’s no place for you to go, Stan! We have you surrounded!" London stated.

"Only from down there, Flatfoot!" Came the reply from the branches.

“As you can see it’s not going well. None of us are really suited to going out on a limb so he’s…” Porkins paused with more than a little discomfort to giving the next bit of news. “Asked for a SWAT team armed with chainsaws?”

"Geez..." Felicia said with a sigh. She went up to the stand off. "Hey, Captain. Need a paw?"

Captain London looked at her with an ill-concealed look of derision and huffed. "Thanks for the offer but these guys are professional second story men. We'll give you a call when they've double-parked." He turned and held the megaphone up to his muzzle again "You're squirrels. What are you gonna do?" Chitter loudly at us?" There was a silence from the unseen voice up in the tree's greenery then suddenly there was a shower of acorns and pine cones. They weren't doing much damage but they impacted with enough force to sting causing the group of cops to retreat to a safer distance.

"I'm a cat, genius.” Briggs sighed. “I can climb."

"We can HANDLE this!" London growled as he and the others took cover behind some benches before talking into his radio. "Clawhauser! Where's my back-up?"

"Uh, should be arriving there shortly, London. You know... we have a guy who..."

“The day we can't handle one gang of rodents without having to call HIM in is the day I turn in my badge."

"Is that so?" came a deep voice from behind both London and Briggs. they turned to see Chief Bogo standing behind them.

"Somebody's proud, methinks," Briggs said with a smirk.

"Lieutenant London, as I understand it, you have successfully cornered a batch of squirrel thieves who specialize in break and enter on upper floors." Bogo stated in his usual cool even tones of 'This is my indoor voice'. "Now imagine my surprise when I heard that unable to get them to surrender you... called for a second swat team... armed with axes and chainsaws... against a group of squirrels. Am I correct?"

"Well sir you see, they've taken refuge up in the park's trees and I thought it would be easier to just..."

"To just... cut the trees down, London?" Bogo added for the Lieutenant. "This is a public park, Lieutenant, city property and property damage is a massive headache to me, and thus to YOU as well. Also you... are... drawing... a... crowd. That's a TV van over there setting up so everything we do will be televised. Now I came here with the SWAT team so you have them, but you will now be using all the resources available to you, to cease this standoff with as little political fallout as possible. Do you understand this?"

"Yes sir." London said, sounding rather chastised.

"Porkins. Go in and get a better look at the situation." Bogo barked to the fully armored Boar. Slapping his helmet on, Porkins nodded and jogged in up to the tree in question.

"Looks like they've dug in sir. They definitely have the high ground, also this is the oldest tree in this part of the city. No telling how many hiding spots are in it."

"That's right Doughnut-eater! and we ain't gonna give in to the likes of you."

"Hey, Don't make me come up there, buddy!"

"Go soak your head, Pig!"

Porkins blinked, looked at himself then with a snort turned to his fellow cops. "Was that... was that slur of me being a police officer or a statement on my species?"

"Let is slide, Porkins." Bogo instructed

"Fine, but we still got you trapped up there!"

A shower of acorns clattered noisily across Porkins' armor and he calmly turned around walked back to Bogo. "I count twelve up there, sir. Aggressive and very annoying."

"Good man." Bogo said before looking down at Briggs. "Enjoying the show Briggs?"

"I offered to help, sir.” Griggs sighed, shaking her head. “I do have climbing claws, and can be agile and stealthy, being a small cat."

"Good point." Bogo said before nodding to one of the other SWAT team members and pointing at Briggs. "You. Find something in her size. Consider yourself on standby, Briggs. As soon as our undersized perp specialist arrives you'll be backing him up on this."

"They're the right size for squirrels," Briggs observed as she set aside her traffic cop vest and hat, and donned the SWAT gear. "Just like I'm the right size for my particular breed of feline. If I was a Coon Cat or a Lynx, instead of a Calico I'd only be slightly larger."

The telltale rumble of a ZPD cruiser caused everyone in the area to instinctively turn their heads. It pulled up beside the park, then the bulk of Francine stepped out of the driver's door. The elephant strode up to Bogo and held out one hand to him revealing the now very familiar Sargent Hamlin.
He was dressed far more... tactically than usual, clad in what looked like a kevlar body armor with built-in armor plates. She noted the helmet left space for his ears to poke though, and that amusingly enough he wielded a large brass skeleton key in lieu of a baton and carried his police badge like a Shield. The smallest cop on the force nodded to Bogo who nodded back.

"I'm sure you've been briefed on the way over, Sargent. We've counted at least a dozen up there with who knows how many knotholes, nooks and crannies may hiding more."

"Oh, just peachy." Hamlin grunted sounding none-too-pleased.

"Oh it gets better. London, with his usual charm, has got them riled up enough they drove him and his men off with an acorn barrage. So here's the plan. You'll be going in with the SWAT team's armored shields covering you, Francine will then lift you to the nearest branch allowing you and your partner to deal with them on their own level. Standard urban pacification procedure. Section by section, branch by branch if necessary. The difference is you can toss them down as your have them. Don’t worry, we'll be waiting to bag and tag them. Any questions?"

"Just one, sir."

"Yes?"

"...'Partner'?"

"Hi, Ham," Briggs said with a smile, settling the armored vest in place.

He stared at her a moment, as if uncertain how to take this news then coughed.

"Right. Domestic feline, excellent climbers, ideal choice from our ranks, sir." Briggs knew how much Hamlin was fighting his usual urge to complain about other officers 'in his territory', but it seemed his desire to see good talent used rather than wasted was winning out. He strapped his helmet on and nodded to her. "Right, we're burning daylight."

A helmet was found for Francine and she offered a large hand down to Briggs while the SWAT team gathered around her. Briggs saluted and hopped into the offered palm..

“I Volunteered to help out, Sargent. London's pride was getting in the way of him using all resources available."

"Oh yes, he's an old-school cop. Every department should stay in it's place." Hamlin agreed as he and Briggs where held close to Francine as she bent low to allow the SWAT team enough opportunity to cover them with a classic roman Tortoise shell shield configuration. "Not that he likes to believe anything smaller than a wolf has a place on the force. He was very vocal about THAT opinion when I first walked into the bullpen."

"You two ready?" Francine asked, glancing down at them.

"All set. Hamlin replied.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Briggs replied, checking the pouches on her new utility belt.

"Right. Here we go." The pachyderm and the SWAT team all moved together as one in a well-rehearsed pace. Briggs mused to herself that while Francine Pennington wasn't a member of it, she must work together with the SWAT team enough to have this particular maneuver down pat. A sound like hail on a tin roof filled her ears as they no doubt got inside acorn range. The feeling of motion persisted until for a short time more before she heard Porkins bark out.

"This is close as we can get. Time to earn your paychecks.” Several shields slid out of the way and Francine lifted the two smaller mammals up into the light. Briggs found herself alongside a thick branch while Hamlin was already jumping off of his perch to one parallel to it.

Briggs waited until the shouting started again, and moved to her branch, using the urban commando drill she had learned in the academy to start to take out the squirrels.

The Squirrels were definitely caught off guard. Completely unprepared for a cop of any kind able to get to their position so quickly she wound up disarming and pinning two of them down long enough to lash the duo together with a handcuff zip-tie.

"HEY! What the... Pick on someone your own size, copper !" one yelled from the next branch before the dark shape of Hamlin had seized him and managed to judo-flip the squirrel off the branch and into a waiting butterfly net below.

"I'M your size... and I got a BIG problem with that."

Briggs smiled, and continued to catch and zip squirrels, using the fact that she was a cat to intimidate them to get them disarmed and captured.

One by one the Squirrels were caught and dropped to the waiting cops below. The butterfly nets giving them a softer landing than they probably deserved but also kept the ZPD from being accused of unnecessary force. Officers with thick gloves pulled the angry cursing tree-rats from the nets and unceremoniously shoved them into Smaller-scale perpetrator ready cages before quickly putting them into the waiting paddy wagon. It was borderline fun for her, although the presence of some homemade spears glancing off of her armor kept her sober-minded enough to remember that these guys weren't a complete joke. A jab in the right spot with even a pencil-sized spear could really ruin your day.

With the branches clear Hamlin motioned to her to come over to the knothole he was standing beside.
"Hey, do me a favor, Briggs." he whispered. "Check the pockets on your vest. There should be a dental mirror there somewhere. I need to know if anyone is near the entrance of this hole before I stick my head into it."

Briggs checked her pockets, and finding the tool raised it into position. Cautiously maneuvering the mirror along the edge of the hole she saw a long dark tunnel leading down into the depths of the tree. She saw very little, which meant no one immediately near the entrance. Still it was a risk every cop had to make entering someone else's stomping ground.

"Be careful, Ham," Briggs whispered.

"Always am. Well, almost always." he said hefting his improvised baton and shield into a ready position before pointing out four other knothole openings on the tree. "Just be ready in case some try to run for it."

Briggs nodded, watching the knotholes, ready to pounce.

Hamlin took a deep breath and climbed inside. It was quiet for a minute, Briggs listened intently then there was the sounds of a scuffle and shouts before two squirrels were practically shoving one another out of the way as they crammed themselves through one of the upper knotholes.

"OUtta my way jerkface!"

"Move it lardhead!"

Briggs grinned and grabbed them both, tying them together with a flex cuff.

"Hello, gents."

They squirmed angrily as she tossed them to the waiting cops below, amused by their continual bickering.

"This is YOUR fault!"

"ME? It was YOUR fat butt that slowed me down!"

A third squirrel made a dash for it out of another knothole, easily within pouncing distance for Briggs. It was only after that one was tagged and bagged did Hamlin come out, physically forcing two bound squirrels ahead of him by the scruffs of their necks.

"All right you two, you can press charges against me at the station. I...." he looked around and smiled. "Well done officer Briggs."

"Thank you, sergeant Hamlin," Briggs said saluting him, then started climbing down the tree.

He tossed down the other two squirrels before Carefully making his own way down. He walked over to London and looked up at him. "This tree has been cleared but I recommend checking other nearby trees for dens and drays in case they had spread out in preparation for a raid.”

The wolf growled as he spoke through his teeth.

Your suggestion has been heard. I'll get some people right on that."

Briggs slipped behind Francine and let loose a very convincing howl.

London stiffened and acted as if he had something caught in his throat before letting out a responding howl himself... followed by him clamping his hands over his muzzle. Bogo stepped up behind him with a smirk.

"A bit early for a celebratory howl, isn't it Lieutenant?"

"What is it with wolves and the howling?" Briggs asked with a small smirk, as she took off the swat gear and putting back on her traffic gear.

"Good work everyone, especially you two. It's always gratifying when things are brought to a quick and efficient resolution." Bogo addressed the group. "Briggs, you're exempt from parking detail until the paperwork on this incident has been filled out. We'll get the cleanup crew in here to tally whatever goods they've been squ... hiding in their den. London, you can handle THAT, can't you?"

"Yes.... yes sir."

"Good. Everyone who doesn't need to be here, back to the station. I have to..." Bogo paused and let out a tone of utter disgust. "Speak to the press on this."

"We're lucky that avians didn't become sentient. Or else there would be literal press vultures."

"Right." Hamlin said with a chuckle. "Hey Pennington! Can Briggs and I get a lift to the station?"

"Not a problem." Francine replied and before Briggs could react the Elephant had scooped both up into her enormous hands and carried them to her car where they were dropped off in the passenger seat. Hamlin coughed and said quietly to Briggs.

"Sometimes you let something like that slide. I practically asked for it."

"Kinda did. Paperwork shouldn't take long. I'll be back ticketing cars by tomorrow."

"Same here... although I'll be back to my own department. It's nice working records sometimes, I know exactly what paperwork is actually necessary and what isn't."

The vehicle shifted under Francine's weight as she got in and glanced down at him as he and Briggs buckled in. "Don't suppose you can share some of that paper-wizardry with me, would you Hamlin?"

"Sure, Francine. Just get us to the precinct in one piece."

"HEY! I only crashed the ONE cruiser!"

"Only takes one mistake," Briggs said with a sigh.

"I swear..." Francine grumbled, starting the car. "The paperwork outweighed the car."

My Zootopia fan character Sargent Hamlin in SWAT gear, drawn By the ever talented Dutch. www.furaffinity.net/user/dutch…

If anyone wants to know, the key is a bit of an in-joke about how it may be a while before we see a Level in Kingdom of Hearts that features Zootopia.

Description
It was nearing midday and Officer Felicia Briggs had made good progress on her parking rounds when she noticed a commotion around Quercus Park. A number of police cars and a SWAT team van were placed around the small island of green in the neighborhood and she saw several officers standing around sipping coffee while a rather belligerent wolf barked up at the branches through a megaphone. She approached one of the closer officers and nudged the armored officer gently.

“Hey Porkins. What are we looking at here?”

The Boar glanced down and seeing who it was chuckled.

“Hey Briggs. Well, A gang of squirrels calling themselves the Tree Rats have been robbing upper-floor apartments for the better part of three months. We finally tracked them down here and now Captain London’s trying to get them to surrender.”

"There’s no place for you to go, Stan! We have you surrounded!" London stated.

"Only from down there, Flatfoot!" Came the reply from the branches.

“As you can see it’s not going well. None of us are really suited to going out on a limb so he’s…” Porkins paused with more than a little discomfort to giving the next bit of news. “Asked for a SWAT team armed with chainsaws?”

"Geez..." Felicia said with a sigh. She went up to the stand off. "Hey, Captain. Need a paw?"

Captain London looked at her with an ill-concealed look of derision and huffed. "Thanks for the offer but these guys are professional second story men. We'll give you a call when they've double-parked." He turned and held the megaphone up to his muzzle again "You're squirrels. What are you gonna do?" Chitter loudly at us?" There was a silence from the unseen voice up in the tree's greenery then suddenly there was a shower of acorns and pine cones. They weren't doing much damage but they impacted with enough force to sting causing the group of cops to retreat to a safer distance.

"I'm a cat, genius.” Briggs sighed. “I can climb."

"We can HANDLE this!" London growled as he and the others took cover behind some benches before talking into his radio. "Clawhauser! Where's my back-up?"

"Uh, should be arriving there shortly, London. You know... we have a guy who..."

“The day we can't handle one gang of rodents without having to call HIM in is the day I turn in my badge."

"Is that so?" came a deep voice from behind both London and Briggs. they turned to see Chief Bogo standing behind them.

"Somebody's proud, methinks," Briggs said with a smirk.

"Lieutenant London, as I understand it, you have successfully cornered a batch of squirrel thieves who specialize in break and enter on upper floors." Bogo stated in his usual cool even tones of 'This is my indoor voice'. "Now imagine my surprise when I heard that unable to get them to surrender you... called for a second swat team... armed with axes and chainsaws... against a group of squirrels. Am I correct?"

"Well sir you see, they've taken refuge up in the park's trees and I thought it would be easier to just..."

"To just... cut the trees down, London?" Bogo added for the Lieutenant. "This is a public park, Lieutenant, city property and property damage is a massive headache to me, and thus to YOU as well. Also you... are... drawing... a... crowd. That's a TV van over there setting up so everything we do will be televised. Now I came here with the SWAT team so you have them, but you will now be using all the resources available to you, to cease this standoff with as little political fallout as possible. Do you understand this?"

"Yes sir." London said, sounding rather chastised.

"Porkins. Go in and get a better look at the situation." Bogo barked to the fully armored Boar. Slapping his helmet on, Porkins nodded and jogged in up to the tree in question.

"Looks like they've dug in sir. They definitely have the high ground, also this is the oldest tree in this part of the city. No telling how many hiding spots are in it."

"That's right Doughnut-eater! and we ain't gonna give in to the likes of you."

"Hey, Don't make me come up there, buddy!"

"Go soak your head, Pig!"

Porkins blinked, looked at himself then with a snort turned to his fellow cops. "Was that... was that slur of me being a police officer or a statement on my species?"

"Let is slide, Porkins." Bogo instructed

"Fine, but we still got you trapped up there!"

A shower of acorns clattered noisily across Porkins' armor and he calmly turned around walked back to Bogo. "I count twelve up there, sir. Aggressive and very annoying."

"Good man." Bogo said before looking down at Briggs. "Enjoying the show Briggs?"

"I offered to help, sir.” Griggs sighed, shaking her head. “I do have climbing claws, and can be agile and stealthy, being a small cat."

"Good point." Bogo said before nodding to one of the other SWAT team members and pointing at Briggs. "You. Find something in her size. Consider yourself on standby, Briggs. As soon as our undersized perp specialist arrives you'll be backing him up on this."

"They're the right size for squirrels," Briggs observed as she set aside her traffic cop vest and hat, and donned the SWAT gear. "Just like I'm the right size for my particular breed of feline. If I was a Coon Cat or a Lynx, instead of a Calico I'd only be slightly larger."

The telltale rumble of a ZPD cruiser caused everyone in the area to instinctively turn their heads. It pulled up beside the park, then the bulk of Francine stepped out of the driver's door. The elephant strode up to Bogo and held out one hand to him revealing the now very familiar Sargent Hamlin.
He was dressed far more... tactically than usual, clad in what looked like a kevlar body armor with built-in armor plates. She noted the helmet left space for his ears to poke though, and that amusingly enough he wielded a large brass skeleton key in lieu of a baton and carried his police badge like a Shield. The smallest cop on the force nodded to Bogo who nodded back.

"I'm sure you've been briefed on the way over, Sargent. We've counted at least a dozen up there with who knows how many knotholes, nooks and crannies may hiding more."

"Oh, just peachy." Hamlin grunted sounding none-too-pleased.

"Oh it gets better. London, with his usual charm, has got them riled up enough they drove him and his men off with an acorn barrage. So here's the plan. You'll be going in with the SWAT team's armored shields covering you, Francine will then lift you to the nearest branch allowing you and your partner to deal with them on their own level. Standard urban pacification procedure. Section by section, branch by branch if necessary. The difference is you can toss them down as your have them. Don’t worry, we'll be waiting to bag and tag them. Any questions?"

"Just one, sir."

"Yes?"

"...'Partner'?"

"Hi, Ham," Briggs said with a smile, settling the armored vest in place.

He stared at her a moment, as if uncertain how to take this news then coughed.

"Right. Domestic feline, excellent climbers, ideal choice from our ranks, sir." Briggs knew how much Hamlin was fighting his usual urge to complain about other officers 'in his territory', but it seemed his desire to see good talent used rather than wasted was winning out. He strapped his helmet on and nodded to her. "Right, we're burning daylight."

A helmet was found for Francine and she offered a large hand down to Briggs while the SWAT team gathered around her. Briggs saluted and hopped into the offered palm..

“I Volunteered to help out, Sargent. London's pride was getting in the way of him using all resources available."

"Oh yes, he's an old-school cop. Every department should stay in it's place." Hamlin agreed as he and Briggs where held close to Francine as she bent low to allow the SWAT team enough opportunity to cover them with a classic roman Tortoise shell shield configuration. "Not that he likes to believe anything smaller than a wolf has a place on the force. He was very vocal about THAT opinion when I first walked into the bullpen."

"You two ready?" Francine asked, glancing down at them.

"All set. Hamlin replied.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Briggs replied, checking the pouches on her new utility belt.

"Right. Here we go." The pachyderm and the SWAT team all moved together as one in a well-rehearsed pace. Briggs mused to herself that while Francine Pennington wasn't a member of it, she must work together with the SWAT team enough to have this particular maneuver down pat. A sound like hail on a tin roof filled her ears as they no doubt got inside acorn range. The feeling of motion persisted until for a short time more before she heard Porkins bark out.

"This is close as we can get. Time to earn your paychecks.” Several shields slid out of the way and Francine lifted the two smaller mammals up into the light. Briggs found herself alongside a thick branch while Hamlin was already jumping off of his perch to one parallel to it.

Briggs waited until the shouting started again, and moved to her branch, using the urban commando drill she had learned in the academy to start to take out the squirrels.

The Squirrels were definitely caught off guard. Completely unprepared for a cop of any kind able to get to their position so quickly she wound up disarming and pinning two of them down long enough to lash the duo together with a handcuff zip-tie.

"HEY! What the... Pick on someone your own size, copper !" one yelled from the next branch before the dark shape of Hamlin had seized him and managed to judo-flip the squirrel off the branch and into a waiting butterfly net below.

"I'M your size... and I got a BIG problem with that."

Briggs smiled, and continued to catch and zip squirrels, using the fact that she was a cat to intimidate them to get them disarmed and captured.

One by one the Squirrels were caught and dropped to the waiting cops below. The butterfly nets giving them a softer landing than they probably deserved but also kept the ZPD from being accused of unnecessary force. Officers with thick gloves pulled the angry cursing tree-rats from the nets and unceremoniously shoved them into Smaller-scale perpetrator ready cages before quickly putting them into the waiting paddy wagon. It was borderline fun for her, although the presence of some homemade spears glancing off of her armor kept her sober-minded enough to remember that these guys weren't a complete joke. A jab in the right spot with even a pencil-sized spear could really ruin your day.

With the branches clear Hamlin motioned to her to come over to the knothole he was standing beside.
"Hey, do me a favor, Briggs." he whispered. "Check the pockets on your vest. There should be a dental mirror there somewhere. I need to know if anyone is near the entrance of this hole before I stick my head into it."

Briggs checked her pockets, and finding the tool raised it into position. Cautiously maneuvering the mirror along the edge of the hole she saw a long dark tunnel leading down into the depths of the tree. She saw very little, which meant no one immediately near the entrance. Still it was a risk every cop had to make entering someone else's stomping ground.

"Be careful, Ham," Briggs whispered.

"Always am. Well, almost always." he said hefting his improvised baton and shield into a ready position before pointing out four other knothole openings on the tree. "Just be ready in case some try to run for it."

Briggs nodded, watching the knotholes, ready to pounce.

Hamlin took a deep breath and climbed inside. It was quiet for a minute, Briggs listened intently then there was the sounds of a scuffle and shouts before two squirrels were practically shoving one another out of the way as they crammed themselves through one of the upper knotholes.

"OUtta my way jerkface!"

"Move it lardhead!"

Briggs grinned and grabbed them both, tying them together with a flex cuff.

"Hello, gents."

They squirmed angrily as she tossed them to the waiting cops below, amused by their continual bickering.

"This is YOUR fault!"

"ME? It was YOUR fat butt that slowed me down!"

A third squirrel made a dash for it out of another knothole, easily within pouncing distance for Briggs. It was only after that one was tagged and bagged did Hamlin come out, physically forcing two bound squirrels ahead of him by the scruffs of their necks.

"All right you two, you can press charges against me at the station. I...." he looked around and smiled. "Well done officer Briggs."

"Thank you, sergeant Hamlin," Briggs said saluting him, then started climbing down the tree.

He tossed down the other two squirrels before Carefully making his own way down. He walked over to London and looked up at him. "This tree has been cleared but I recommend checking other nearby trees for dens and drays in case they had spread out in preparation for a raid.”

The wolf growled as he spoke through his teeth.

Your suggestion has been heard. I'll get some people right on that."

Briggs slipped behind Francine and let loose a very convincing howl.

London stiffened and acted as if he had something caught in his throat before letting out a responding howl himself... followed by him clamping his hands over his muzzle. Bogo stepped up behind him with a smirk.

"A bit early for a celebratory howl, isn't it Lieutenant?"

"What is it with wolves and the howling?" Briggs asked with a small smirk, as she took off the swat gear and putting back on her traffic gear.

"Good work everyone, especially you two. It's always gratifying when things are brought to a quick and efficient resolution." Bogo addressed the group. "Briggs, you're exempt from parking detail until the paperwork on this incident has been filled out. We'll get the cleanup crew in here to tally whatever goods they've been squ... hiding in their den. London, you can handle THAT, can't you?"

"Yes.... yes sir."

"Good. Everyone who doesn't need to be here, back to the station. I have to..." Bogo paused and let out a tone of utter disgust. "Speak to the press on this."

"We're lucky that avians didn't become sentient. Or else there would be literal press vultures."

"Right." Hamlin said with a chuckle. "Hey Pennington! Can Briggs and I get a lift to the station?"

"Not a problem." Francine replied and before Briggs could react the Elephant had scooped both up into her enormous hands and carried them to her car where they were dropped off in the passenger seat. Hamlin coughed and said quietly to Briggs.

"Sometimes you let something like that slide. I practically asked for it."

"Kinda did. Paperwork shouldn't take long. I'll be back ticketing cars by tomorrow."

"Same here... although I'll be back to my own department. It's nice working records sometimes, I know exactly what paperwork is actually necessary and what isn't."

The vehicle shifted under Francine's weight as she got in and glanced down at him as he and Briggs buckled in. "Don't suppose you can share some of that paper-wizardry with me, would you Hamlin?"

"Sure, Francine. Just get us to the precinct in one piece."

"HEY! I only crashed the ONE cruiser!"

"Only takes one mistake," Briggs said with a sigh.

"I swear..." Francine grumbled, starting the car. "The paperwork outweighed the car."

My Zootopia fan character Sargent Hamlin in SWAT gear, drawn By the ever talented Dutch. www.furaffinity.net/user/dutch…

If anyone wants to know, the key is a bit of an in-joke about how it may be a while before we see a Level in Kingdom of Hearts that features Zootopia.